New morning on my horizon

Every morning is a new morning on my horizon. The alphabets remain the same, the skies never change colour and yet it is all new. Fine and bright and sparkling on the winter day.

It is winter, and once you get used to the chill, you feel alright. There are new songs and old, there are old choristers and new. It is like the sky that blushes red on appearing and when it disappears...there is a lot you can do in between.




Check those new flowers by the waterside, they seem pretty.